#tw parental death

[nikoisme]

This pain will linger with me still, I pray this too shall pass.

[absolutedream-art]

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Paleo reveals a bit about his family.  Copper comforts his friend.

[yoiurboi]

"The Gang's All Here!"

Most recent picture I have of the kiddies. The date is still wrong though (Should be 1980 instead of 1978). Made for my Picture Perfect AU, but it still works for a "canon" timeline ig.

Pictured here are the OG Afton kiddies! From oldest to young: Fritz, Elizabeth, and of course, David Evan-Christopher Cecil. Looking so, so very happy. Nothing is wrong. Absolutely nothing. Nobodies mum died and certainly no body found out they had a secret hidden sibling that they didn't know about until an hour before the photo was taken.

AU Context:

William Afton gets married a few times over the course of his life. The first time was with this Italian ballerina named Klara. They had two kids together, Fritz in 1969 and then CC in 1977. Between the two, in 1974, Bill cheats on her with a secretary from Fredbear's (Eleanor Schmidt) and then surprise surprise, Elizabeth is born.

He basically didn't acknowledge her for the first five-ish years of her life. You know. As one does with their secret affair baby. But then Klara dies giving birth to CC and he decides his kids need a father. So he marries Eleanor and then tries to mash the two families together like nothing untoward was going on instead of going to therapy or something. IDK. It was the 80s. Shit just happened back then.

[mctreeleth]

I'm back in the town I grew up in for the weekend (so we can scatter my dad's ashes) and I went to the supermarket where I used to work (for over a decade) (but it's all different now) because mum wanted me to get some cans of coke (to have with jim beam tomorrow) (it was dad's favourite) (we're scattering his ashes) and mmm whatcha say (the song you use to meme about being dead) came on on the in-store radio while I wandered the aisles (of the supermarket where I worked for a decade) (which is all different now than it was when I worked there) (when I lived here) looking for the cans of coke (to have with jim beam tomorrow) (while we scatter my dad's ashes)

[forsaken-headcanons]

First of all hello new mods; wishing you all luck on running this blog! 007n7 HC's that I need to share otherwise I will explode. TW:Bullying, Parental death >Grew up with a single father; this inspired him to become one with C00lkidd, his mother on the other hand was never around. >007n7 was bullied a lot during his school year's; having little to no friend's, he got beaten up a lot but never could fight back due to his bullies ganging up on him.

>Learned computer science + IT in college; along with that he met Elliot and worked at the pizzeria to pay of his college debts.

>He and Elliot were close; back then Elliot was actually not mad/angry at him, he cared for the man a lot and vice versa [007n7 still does].

>Once he found C00lkidd on his front porch; he struggled with fatherhood, Shedletsky and Guest helped him out and even babysat C00lkidd.

>007n7's father died before he got C00lkidd so he was thankful for Guest/Shedletsky for the help/assistance with his newly found son.

>He is scared of Builderman more than Shedletsky.

That's all I'm writing here because i don't want this ask to be too long.

Thank you! We mods are really liking it here. :)

Poor 007n7, he sure is struggling in this. I’m glad that he stepped up for C00lkidd and followed in his fathers footsteps(being a single dad, that is).

[syscultureis]

(tw death)

sys culture is having to tell an alter who hasn’t been close to front for the past few years that our mom passed away because they think we’re still in school and she’s about to tell us to go to bed and immediately getting hit with an intense wave of sadness

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[childlikegoblinqueen]

Bittersweet Symphony Chapter 15!

Willow told Hunter that her parents were gay. Hunter told Willow his parents were dead.

That went well... right?

>> Link <<

[cult-of-the-eye]

i think about alice dyer all the fucking time how old was she when her parents died did she sit in their empty house holding her head in her hands when did she become lukes mum dad and big sister does she blame herself does she blame them or is she stuck in a twisted middle ground of hatred that she's sure will one day swallow her whole

[august-anon]

Ok ok so I swear I will eventually produce that Steph and Damian drabble, HOWEVER how about some Tim and Dick after a deathiversary of Tim's parents instead

(spoiler alert; it's what you're getting <3) -sincerely, catalogue anon

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Dick stared quietly at his work. He'd been visiting for the annual family movie night, and with the roads being bad and most of his family in one place, he'd been coerced into staying the week.

He regrets it, a little, because he can hear the poorly muffled sobs from Tim's room. Dick had been planning on letting the middle child cry it out, but now... Well, honestly? He'd been too scared to stop Tim, and it'd been two hours of crying. *And* it was three a.m.

It didn't help everyone was in the wrong parts of the manor, also unsure of how to help, or out on patrol.

He caved, getting out of his bed to knock on Tim's door.

The sobs quieted, turning to gasping, before returning to louder sibs when Tim realized he couldn't stop crying.

"Tim?" Dick knocked again. When there was no change, he entered. Tim was curled up on his bed, crying. Which was fine, just... sad. Tim felt a helluva lot worse than 'sad'.

One sad look from Dick was all Tim needed to slump into an offered hug. No bats knew words very well; and while most used unconventional methods to make up for it, Dick *usually* used touch. Sometimes. Mostly.

Eventually, Dick rubbing his back soothed him enough to stop bawling. Dick traced large, looping circles. Tim didn't mind until they gently traced over the backs of his ribs, making him twitch a bit.

Dick paused. When no protest was given, he repeated the motion. "Dohon't." Tim snorted softly, too tired to fight back. Dick smiled, heart squeezed.

Tim was smiling a little, still relaxed. Dick kept the tickles light; just enough to soothe and distract his fractured state.

The more playful, the more giggly. Tim was trying to keep hugging, but Dick was busy poking his underarms until he giggled. "Dihihick- fuhuck-" Dick tugged at the curse. "Timmy." He chided.

"Nohot- NOHOHO- gahaha-" Startled giggles varying in pitch arrived when Dick played his ribs like a piano, earning the whole litany of reactions.

Louder giggles as the tickles lowered to his sides. Dick smiled fondly. It felt like Tim's giggles were crushing his itty bitty heart.

"Dihihick-" Tim repeated. "Noho." "Why not?" Dick hummed lightly. "It tihihickles." "And?" "Ahahand- ahahand-!" Higher, more nervous laughs when Dick gently skittered across his ribs and down to his stomach. Tim shrieked, kicking before bursting into genuine laughter. He kicked, fighting to shove up and back to freedom. Dick just got him with a raspberry.

Needless to say, Dick kept Tim giggling until he was sleepy, eyes struggling. "G'night Tim." He hummed.

Tim snored.

-cataloguer ;)

CATALOGUER I AM SO SORRY I FORGOT THIS WAS IN MY INBOX i am head empty no thoughts i am so sorry sdkfhf (also i wrote this response at like midnight with a low-grade migraine so 1. i hope it makes sense and 2. i am scheduling this to post tomorrow so that i am not posting it during the Dead Hours for you lol)

poor timmy :((((( i'm glad Dick was able to provide him some comfort, and help him cheer up and calm down enough to sleep <3 thank you for shariiinnngggg! i feel like i have more to say i am very sorry i dont ksjdfh i am a little braindead at the time of remembering to post this, but this was very sweet <3

[faggotstump]

1/[27]/21 (On my dead dad and everything that came with him leaving)

[artbean]

@eddiemonth day 2: friendship

Outcasts stick together. (tw for loss of a parent under the cut)

Maybe your mom dies, your dad gets arrested and you wind up on your Uncle's doorstep with your hair buzzed off and shoes that pinch your toes. But when you turn up to the first day of school a week later, your friend's got new tapes for his walkman and quietly lets you use it in the library at lunch. After school, before his mom's gotten off work, you stop at 7/11 for a pop to share while you read The Hobbit to him and count the yellow cars that drive by while you sit at the curb.

And maybe everything’s different and will never be how it once was, but maybe this is the one thing that will stay the same. You can sit with your friend after school drinking coke and reading Tolkien and talking about your shitty dads, and it might not make the load any lighter but at least you’re not the only one carrying it for a while.

When his mom invites you to sleep over that night, she makes you a grilled cheese sandwich, and it’s less brown than your mama made you, but it tastes like home anyway. She crafts you a nest of quilts in his room, worn soft and smelling like fresh linen. You’ll take turns listening to his walkman until one of you finally falls asleep, because neither of you have gotten used to a quiet home at night.

As the music slows with the dying battery, distorting but with the core of the song remaining unchanged, you drift off alongside it.

[thequeenofsastiel]

Sometimes grief hits you out of nowhere. I'm headed to school, and was contemplating the fact that the branch farther away from me is actually faster to get to than the one closer to me because my bus system is weird, and thinking that it's a good thing because it means I'll get to be downtown, close to a lot of places I like being but rarely go to because it's such a hassle. But then I was trying to think about the good things about going to the school closer to me, and I thought that at least going there would make it easier for me to get to my dad's. And then I remembered.

The last time I went to school, my dad was alive. And he really really wanted me to go to college because he wanted me to be able to find a job and be financially stable. But because of my various mental illnesses, that's always been extremely hard for me. He'd be so happy to know that I'm going back to school.

The grief is rolling through me like waves and I wish it wasn't because I have to be able to focus. He'd want me to.

Fuck.

[lopposting]

So, I have some mixed feelings about the Rise ending. I don't know, it's complicated. At the centre of the game seems to lie a father-son relationship and the lengths of approval. You are "punished", in a sense, if you decide to hand your heart to your father. But it does still technically "reward" you with approval in the good ending with his acknowledgement. I thought it would've been really interesting if Geppetto says the exact same thing as the Free from the puppet string ending ("I knew it, you're just a useless puppet") in the Rise ending, but in a different tone.

[I know this is a complicated subject, and I'm sure that many people may have some personal perspectives on this, but I hope people get what I'm trying to get at]

But after some time, I think that the apology is not really for the audience, it's for P. The apology is a worthy inclusion, not because Geppetto needs to be redeemed, but because without it, the only "wrong" option is to seek his approval. Maybe his acceptance isn't the "right" thing to want, or what we "should" want [I don't mean in a moral way] - but Pino isn't wrong for wanting it.

Or maybe he is, I don't know. But I think, despite everything - it's still what Pino wanted. and I think it does provide him with a bit more closure and peace than something else. (And it can do this while also not portraying it as the "healthiest" thing to want.)

And I think that's what they're showing us with the extra shot of him looking over the balcony. There's no other purpose of this scene [I mean other than establishing the next scene for the audience], and In his reality, it would've been completely silent. He's just looking at the view. Not even listening to music. And then he finally goes to sleep.

[hazyaltcare]

A memeboard for an asexual catboy! Jeff The Killer (Creepypasta) kin who moved into Slender mansion after killing his parents. A memeboard that includes "pretty boy" fanart (was unable to find source, most likely they deactivated) editted to include a black cat tail and ears, blood, knife memes, cat feather toys, Slender Mansion, and Slenderman being his landlord and manager.

Mod Haze (🎮Greyson & 🧨Tate)

[queerlilchinchin]

Today, I am the exact same age that my mother was when she died, to the day. She was 32 with 13 days til her 33rd birthday. Guess how many days there are til my 33rd birthday.

I don't want to go to bed. I don't want to wake up officially knowing I'm older than my mom got to be ever in her life.

I am so angry knowing the rest of my life, I will be older than my mom was up to the very last breath she took.

My friend once told me this year will be a year to celebrate but it just feels like a year of emptiness and wishing I could cry to her.

If you have parents that love you and care about you, please hug them tight tonight. For me. 💔